0 comments/ 13208 views/ 3 favorites Aching For Your Cock Ch. 01 By: SweetOblivion "I really am just aching for your cock today sir," Silk said and stretched in bed. A few moments before, she had opened her eyes to find him pulling the curtains of her window open with one sweeping gesture to let the sunshine in. "I see the sunshine and frosty morning air has set your blood dancing," he smiled, looking down at her, before opening the window a little. Then he turned round and brusquely pulled back the coverlet. "And may I say your lovely eyes are sparkling with youth, health, and overflowing spirits." "I want my mouth to overflow with your come, sir," she giggled and clutched desperately at the bedclothes, wanting to play and yet wanting to let him win. "Steady pet." "But I do! I do!" "I suppose you should be allowed to break out your favourite treat; and you should be allowed to have a good time." "You are quite impossible for keeping me waiting, sir." "Keeping you waiting keeps you attentive, pet." "But I can hardly stand it any longer. Whatever will I do?" She said, kneeling up on the bed and reaching forward impatiently to unzip her master, before pulling his cock out of his trousers and starting to frig him eagerly. "It's a good thing that I come to feed your need first thing in the morning, pet." "I might explode with lust if you didn't, sir." He laughed and stroked her hair before grabbing her top knot and pushing her down to enjoy the cock that she so craved. She loved it when he took control of her movements as she crouched down to suck him in, pulling back and holding his prick just out of reach of her lips, when the pressure of her lips made him want to spurt into her mouth. Silk giggled at him teasing her so and licked the underside of his cock, bending down low. She knew that such positioning meant that her bum was sticking up on the bed, tempting him to bear down on her and spank her to his heart's content. "You devise the most delightful ways of enjoying yourself pet," he remarked as pulled her head up by the hair and tugged her away from his prick, gazing into her eyes, enjoying their state of uncontrollable effervescence. "Kneel up for and spread your legs like a good cunt." "Yes sir." "I see you are very wet for me, pet." "Of course sir," she grinned, looking up at him conspiratorially. "You seem ready to fulfill the fantasy of a gentleman." "I'm always ready to fulfill your fantasies sir." "Have you racked your brains to find new ways to give me pleasure then?" "I have had a sleepless night thinking of nothing else, master." "So did your clever young brain manage to devise some unusually delightful way of enhancing my enjoyment of you then?" He smiled, sliding his hand under her chin and tilting her head up towards him. "Or are you in the mood to resist temptation for a little while longer?" "I am at your disposal sir." "And that should be pleasurable enough?" "It gives you complete freedom." "And what does it give you?" "It gives me unadulterated pleasure in servicing your needs, sir." "That's a remarkably good state of affairs, pet." "Your affair appears to be in a tumescent state, sir." "Did I give you permission to glance down and provide a commentary?" He said sharply, rewarding her naughtiness with a sharp slap on the cheek "No, but I thought you would enjoy my observation," Silk said quietly, trying not to tear-up too much. "I will enjoy sitting down on your bed and pulling you over my lap for your first spanking of the day, pet." "I do love the consequences of my observations sir," she purred contentedly, aligning her belly with the turgid cock that surged against her as a presage of later pleasures. "Then they are hardly a fit deterrent," he commented dryly, as he leant over her and tugged her panties down to the floor. "I suspect you don't want to deter them." "You are a clever, capricious slut." "May I correct you there, sir?" "I was about to correct you, but go ahead, what's a little deviation before punishment between master and pet?" "I am your clever, capricious slut, sir. Does a little deviation merit further punishment sir?" "It does, though it would take a lot to deter me from applying myself to your rosy backside." "In that case sir," she said, turning her head to look back at him; "might I suggest that you exercise your authority over me immediately?" "You might and I can only concur," he grinned, delivering a mighty wallop that resounded in the fresh morning air, to the dismay of the doves who had previously been cooing outside the window in expectation of crumbs. "I appear to be unsettling your feathered friends, pet." "You are making my pussy wet too, sir. Would you do it again, only this time a trifle harder?" "Some people might frown at your masochistic tendencies pet." "I'm sure you can make the most of them, sir." "Spread your legs, sweet cunt. You know what's coming next don't you?" "I do sir." "It's hardly rocket science, I suppose," he grinned and slapped her pussy vigorously several times, before returning to that rosy bottom and adding further wallops, ignoring her sighs of pleasure as he laid into her flesh. "Reach back and show yourself off to me." "Yes sir." "Has anyone remarked on how gorgeous you are today, pet?" "You are the very first this morning sir." "How could I not compliment you with your gleaming neck and rosy feet?" "And you will not mention all there is between?" "No; but I will use all there is between fully before breakfast." "Please feel free to enjoy me, sir." "Do you mean I am to be spared any struggle on your part?" "I rather like struggling on your part, sir, but if you mean, will I resist: then the answer is no. I enjoy your usage too much to waste energy on play acting." "Sometimes you are such a practical pet." "I know my place." "And there is evidently no hope for any competitors for my favours." "Is there a sea of disappointed faces to be turned away at the backdoor?" "Keep your backdoor spread and you will avert all disappointment on my part." "So, I can feel sir." "We all have to have our fun, pet. And I have your fundament too" "I love you having your fun and my fundament, sir." "You will have your fun too, pet," he said with incontrovertible determination; "the disappointment of others will only serve to whet your shameless appetites." "The disappointments of others can be compulsive as is your finger wriggling between my arse cheeks." "It has to go somewhere to have its fun." "So it does, sir; so it does." "It's doing its best to quench some of your longings, pet." "And I am very grateful to it for its efforts, sir." "Well, in that case, it had better continue to prepare your arse for my pleasure; and I do rather like having a grateful girl over my lap, with all sorts of wild schemes burning in her head, waiting to be hatched." "You are increasing rather than quenching my longings sir." "I know." "Where will it all end, sir?" "I may have to do violence to your feelings." "Please do your best not to spare me and don't let your cock subside unrewarded." "Go and initiate your ablutions, pet. I am considering waiting for you downstairs in the study. There is no need to dress." "I like to be dressed down when undressed." "You can be as dissolute as I like on a Sunday," he smiled and watched her pop into the en-suite bathroom, and sit down on the pedestal, preparing to relieve herself, as they conversed. "Can you not go?" Silk blushed at the rather personal question, but said nothing, trying not to show her annoyance as he stood up and walked over to the bathroom door. When she looked up and saw him watching her as she squatted there, her blush grew darker; and even more so when he pushed the door open and stood in front of her, presenting his cock to her mouth once again. Almost timidly, she smiled up at him and reached out to touch his member. Feeling that is was growing very hard, she started to frig him once more, unwilling to let him subside and beat a retreat, even though he had indicated that he intended to beat her bottom later. As Silk pulled back the foreskin once more, clasping her hands around his prick, he uttered a rapturous murmur, encouraging her to continue her play. His next words -: "suck me, pet." - caused her belly to give an ecstatic little flip and she slipped off the pedestal happily kneeling before him and taking him back into her mouth. "You put me in a heavenly frame of mind, pet. Take your time now. No point in rushing. Your caning, like other dreams of paradise, can wait. When you have got me hard enough I intend to put you through your paces on the bathroom floor. In fact, you would do well to fall on your hands and knees right now and stick your perfect little butt up in the air ready to be taken like a good girl." Silk giggled shamelessly and pushed herself down, releasing his prick once more before stretching out in front of the shower stall. In her present excited state, no sensual act seemed too prodigal. She pushed her head down and reached back to spread her arse cheeks, knowing that he loved her presented this way. Her head was a chaos of sexual anticipation and Silk closed her eyes as she felt him pressing his prick to her cunt. She knew that she was tight and wet for him -- the prettiest cunt any dominant could have wished for. He pressed home slowly, enjoying the feeling of sinking into her for the longest time, listening to the breath being pressed out of her as he slowly eased his way into her vaginal passage. "You have the tightest cunt, girl." "It's your tight cunt, sir." "It feels like my home from home." "It feels like a very snug fit to me, sir." "And you have the nicest little arsehole puckering up at me, waiting to be used." "You must use it soon sir." "That heaven can wait", he smiled and slid back out of her, drawing a sigh of disappointment until he pushed back into her unprotected sex. This is how it should be she thought as she felt him deep inside her, sighing contentedly as he started to increase the pace of his thrusting. "Reach back and caress my balls as I fuck you, girl." "Yes sir." "Good girl. I'm not going to rush this." "No sir." "I haven't taken you for a while. And I want you to be thoroughly gratified without having to think about it." "Yes." "I am not going to go blundering into you, murdering your pleasure." "Oooh!" "Nor, will I be distracted by your garrulous verbiage," he grinned and spanked her hard, as he fucked into her once more, feeling her hand closing on his balls as he slid his entire length into the girl, watching her cunt lips spread around his tightly embedded prick. "Oh sir." "Enjoy yourself, cunt. Don't think about it. Just think about being my fuck toy." "Yes sir." "Just think about the pleasure you are giving me," he smiled and reached under her to take hold of her breasts, turning her mind towards the topsy-turvy flurry of delight that young ladies are wont to feel on such occasions. "It is my private opinion that the little shifts and struggles sweet girls have to undergo before your master takes you thoroughly," he continued holding himself within her, "would be much alleviated if you started to push yourself back on my prick." "Oh my!" "You impaling yourself on my cock gives a particular relish to the fun I get out of seeing you being used and may well lead to my being in a rapturous mood when I cane you after breakfast, pet," he said and wrapped his hand into her hair giving her considerable assistance as she pushed back. Silk winced at his grip on her hair, looked down and pushed, feeling herself being spread open. There it came: the wonderful feeling that her heart was literally dancing in her bosom at the thought she might find it difficult to walk decorously to the study for that caning if he carried on fucking her like this. Her moaning filled the room now and he found it impossible not to resist catching her about the waist and pulling her through the most intricate evolutions until she gave out a loud cry, almost a sob of joy. "That was such a splendid sound! Do it again!" He ordered, striking her flank hard and making her cry out once more. "I really feel like using you like this until luncheon, pet." "Yes sir," she murmured faintly, slowly recovering from the crisis that he had allowed her. "To hell with having you suck my cock under the table, while I consume croissants," he grinned and slid one hand over her should to clench it around her neck, pressing it warningly. At the same time he let the other trail through her hair, leaving it looking as if she had been out in a high wind. "Yes, a jolly little luncheon party a deux is just the thing to keep you coming and having another turn as you are evidently still aching for my cock." Aching For Your Cock Ch. 02 "I rather enjoyed that," Silk murmured, still crouched on the floor as he slowly withdrew from her pussy; "but I'm still aching for your cock." "I may let you come properly later, pet." "That would make me very glad." "Was it mean of me to slap your hip just when you were about to come?" "I should have asked permission, sir." "So you should; so you should," he said, looking most gratified at the fact that she genuinely understood. "When the cat's at home the mouse won't roam, sir." "You being the mouse in this case?" "Exactly and would the cat like to have another turn in his pet's pussy?" "I would rather enjoy the spectacle of my pet, leashed and collared by my side in the dining room at this moment, once she has showered and readied herself for the day. We can't let this sensual decadence continue through luncheon." "Can we not, sir?" "No. Now go get showered before I find an interesting use for the bath brush." "Yes sir." "And don't try to look bewildered. You know very well that you will have plenty more usage today." "Should I not clasp my hands with a despairing cry then?" "You do and I'll give you something to despair about. Now, into that shower with you and don't forget to wash that cheeky grin away, you little scamp." "Will I be allowed to come later?" "You may; but this isn't a negotiation, pet and any further querulous remarks may lead to you being treated in a way that you and I will regret," he said, standing up and tugging her up by the hair. "That would serve me right," she said with a groan. "I'd no business to test you, sir; but I so wanted to be used by you. I shall make myself extra gorgeous for you; and then you can punish me for my awful behaviour." "Was there anything else you would have me do?" he asked, with a touch of sarcasm. "Could you ask the maids to lay out my Sunday best collar and leash?" "If you don't start to behave, she'll probably find them and you in the coal bin," he retorted calmly. "Anyhow Dylan is otherwise engaged at present." "How vexing, and what about the other floozy - the red head - Helena." "I fear she is also otherwise occupied." "I doubt if either of them would dare to bend over with you not having come yet this morning," Silk giggled. "There is the whole afternoon to remedy that failing on your part." "I will look forward to spurring you on to amorous heights and offset any matitudinal neglect sir." "That would go some way to repairing any damages," he smiled. "It looks like I won't have to shut you in the boot closet after all." "Thank you for that sir," she smiled and stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water washing over her body, as he closed and sat down on the toilet pedestal, enjoying the sight of her evident enjoyment. "You should be deeply grateful," he said loudly over the rush of water, watching her exhibition in the shower. "I'd be even more grateful if you'd let me come in the shower, sir." "You are an insatiable slut." "Absolutely sir; and it doesn't hurt a bit," she proclaimed proudly. "That remains to be seen; and stop playing with my treasures, damn you." "I was just soaping myself down, you jealous man," giggled Silk, who had been examining her pussy with a solicitude which made both their eyes twinkle. "I only do it because you love it, sir." "I'll believe you, given I have a weakness for your pale pink pussy," he said almost approvingly; "So do I," she smiled knowingly. "I'm just getting myself nice and fresh for you sir." "There's fresh and fresh," he responded pursing his lips and standing up. "Although you might appear to be a little more sincere were you to restrain yourself a little and stop being such a wicked tease." "Would you still love me and pass me the towel so affectionately then, sir?" "How could I not adore you, with all your hair tumbling down like that, looking like the sweet young whelp you are, pet." "I would never be such a sweet whelp without your help, sir," she said happily; ignoring the dubious look that he gave her. "And I might go a little mad were you not to allow me all the madness of these sensual diversions." "Such lunacy can be very becoming, Silk; I may let you try it next time a full moon is in the sky," he answered, watching her as she threw back her head and laughed, looking all the prettier for her dishevelment. "Yes sir." "You know, if I insisted on you letting me dress you up, then you would be a ravishing beauty," he added in a lower tone as he pressed her shoulder down and pushed her back to the floor to crawl back into the bedroom behind him. "Sweet dreams are made of these, sir." "I'll be dreaming of caning you while you peep over the banisters at the finely dressed dancers below, my sweet insubordinate pet." "Just for one night?" "No, I may have to cane you every night, Silk." "I meant the dressing up." "We'd have to see how much I enjoyed the earnestness with which you make your toilette, should that occasion arise." "Would you really enjoy it, sir?" Silk queried, slipping on a fresh pair of panties and selecting a bra. "Provided you permit yourself the indulgence, I will enjoy you in whatever you choose to wear. I am not a fashion fascist. And I am sure whatever you wear will compliment the brown abundance of your hair, pet." "Yes sir." "Now slip your tee-shirt and shorts on and join me downstairs, remembering that I will be quite unable to resist your tomboy look." "That would be a very successful state of affairs," she grinned but dressed as he requested and followed him down the stairs and into the dining room... When he pushed open the door, Silk actually held her breath finding that they were not in fact lunching alone. It seemed that Dylan and Helena, the maids, had been invited round to join them, given there were three bowls on the floor near her master's chair; and the red-headed Helena was wrapped in the arms of the black girl, collaborating in the longest kiss that Silk had ever beheld. "It's been a long time since they last saw one another, you know," he smiled. "Go and kiss them both pet. Should them how a young mistress makes her maids welcome, even when they were too busy in their voluptuary engagements to assist her to dress." "With pleasure sir," she smiled and dropped down to crawl across the floor to join the others, wiggling her bottom as she crawled to enhance her owner's pleasure. "The three of you together are quite ravishing. I look forward to ravishing you all later," he smiled and swatted Silk's upraised behind as she crawled pass him and joined in the melee between Helena and Dylan. "And once you are in position, Silk; with Dylan and Helena holding you down, you will find it quite impossible to resist the loan of a pair of silver cuffs to bind your wrists behind you; though you may as well slip off your Tee shirt first." "Yes sir." "The shorts and the panties can go too. I want you as naked as your mischievous maids, pet." "What should I do with my panties?" "I can put them in my pocket until we have further use for them, which I promise you I will have. Oh my! How did they get so damp in such a short time?" Silk blushed, but said nothing. This was not an unsurprising state of affairs, given that she was already being pressed down between Helena's thighs, with her tongue forced into the Red head's cunt. "Doesn't Silk look like she makes a lovely cunt-licker, Dylan?" Dylan giggled briefly but said nothing since she was about to lend her mouth to entertaining his pet's sex in exactly the same way. "I'm beginning to feel a little over-dressed here," he smiled at the conjoined threesome, reaching over to the table to pick up three collars, tossing them over to Dylan, who caught them neatly one after another. "Put them on the others, Dylan; and let no one take them off until the day is done. I want you all to look quite enticing as I use you." "Here's a sight for gods and girls!" Grinned Helena, grabbing at Silk's hair and pulling her head up so Dylan could fasten the collar on the young brunette. "Why, Silk, you are even more gorgeous when collared!" And Silk just smiled, feeling that her Sunday "fun" had decidedly begun. "Allow me to congratulate you on your pet, sir," Helena continued. "A little more training and she will make a wonderful pussy licker." "Given the absence of pussy parts in my anatomy," He remarked quietly, "I will have to allow Silk to acquire that experience with you, Helena." "You could have her practice on your arse, sir. One hole is much like another to a clever tongue," Helena giggled, giving Silk's master a wicked grin. "Go away! How dare you?" cried Silk, pretending a residue of morality and growing much redder than Helena's hair in her false indignation. "If she is going to start play acting, sir; we may as well book tickets for the theatre," observed Helena coolly, pushing Silk's face back into her muff in a rather haughty manner. "Don't you like it, Silk?" he smiled leaning over them both; as the young girl's tongue went back to work with a vengeance, and pulling Silk's head back up. "On the contrary I like it very much, sir." "Of course you do." "I 'm so fond of sex, how can I help it?" "I was talking about the theatre." "Well, I'm not, sir." "You'd better get down and start licking Helena's arse. It will be good practice for you, since you will be trying mine in due course." "I'll think of it as I flick my tongue there, sir," Silk giggled and watched Helena turning over and presenting her backside. "Oh, Silk, Silk, what are you coming to?" "A tumble in the dining room, apparently," answered Silk as she slipped her tongue towards the groove of Helena's arse and stopped a mere millimeter away from it, in such a way that Helena could feel the girl breathing behind her. "Here's richness!" Silk said to herself as she pressed her tongue home, feeling as Cinderella probably did when the pumpkin-coach bore her to the first ball, only Silk had two princesses to think about, and poor Cinderella, on that occasion, had not even one. Dylan didn't seem inclined to talk much, particularly as Silk's master had fastened a cock gag to her mouth. When Silk turned her head for a moment she saw that Dylan was lying down on the floor, waiting for someone to avail themselves of the perch. Silk thought Dylan looked faintly ridiculous, lying on her back like that, but giggled to see the bold Helena standing up and clambering across to the ebony skinned girl. "Look at those terrible sluts, Silk," her master whispered in her ear as he clipped a leash onto her collar. "Whatever happened to the sanctity of the Sabbath?" "Looks like Helena is ready to sink right down on Dylan, sir." "Frivolous child," he growled, but licked his lips to see Helena impaling her creamy arse onto the cock gag with the greatest relish in the world... "Her sense of balance is quite theatrical, sir." "If you go on in such a ridiculous manner, I will just not listen. Now come up on my lap, like a good girl." "From here, it's as if I am in the balcony seats sir, with you behind me." "That's remarkable given the way I was lusting for your behind earlier." "Shall I hum bits of opera while you bugger me sir?" "I may yet find a use for the panties in my pocket to pay you for your impertinence." "Oh, you villain! You would do that on purpose," whispered Silk as she turned from looking at Helena and Dylan to see the droll look on his face. "I gave you my word that I'd find a use for your panties, didn't I? It's the law of attraction, don't you see – your mouth and your underwear?" "If you like to gag me, them I'm happy to oblige sir; but Dylan doesn't seem to care." "She looks resigned, I think." "She certainly does; but who wouldn't with Helena bouncing up and down on top of her as if the world was ending tomorrow." Silk was not necessarily very experienced in sexual matters, but she began to understand why Dylan's total acceptance had not been to her master's taste. Even as she watched Helena usurping the dominant role, Silk began to realise just what he felt about the relationship that had grown between them. There was more to life that fucking. And he had found something more attractive than usual in that respect as far as Silk was concerned. His devotion, interest and undisguised admiration covered a multitude of sins and made her feel exalted, giving real meaning to the idea of being his pet. Silk had scoffed at this sort of romantic thing sometimes, but today she accepted it without a murmur, even if she rather enjoyed it when he pressed her forward over the table excited by the two girls antics. She rather enjoyed the fact that she was quite powerless to resist his advances with her wrists cuffed behind her. Silk's own happy spirits gave the crowning charm to the way her master spread her cunt wide and pressed the head of his engorged prick into her cunt. Silk looked across the table and smiled at Helena as she rode Dylan. It felt so good to seem comely compared to the two older women and to feel that she was comely in their sight. And letting go again was easy as her master began to fuck her vigorously, using her roughly, pulling at her shoulders and tugging her hair. "Go on sir," Helena encouraged, taking a pause in her usage of Dylan and the cock toy. "Fuck the naughty mistress harder than hard." Everyone likes to see a blithe young girl enjoying herself with all her heart. And Helena was no exception. Being watched excited Silk and made the thought of coming in front of others a reality that her modesty might have precluded her from wishing for even in the dirtiest dreams that she concocted by night. Silk got lost in her thoughts. She did not mean to come without permission, but the sequence of lust somehow overtook her and soon she was panting and moaning her way over the edge. She couldn't help it, for, once started, it was hard to stop, with her master goading her on, and Helena looking at her with a new interest in her green eyes. In fact Silk and Helena came together. The young girl's orgasm was a mild imitation of the older girl, but it was very well for a girl's first orgy. Silk had found a new gift for sensual depravity all of a sudden. "I rather enjoyed that," Silk murmured, knowing that, guided appropriately, she would soon learn just how to use it in the most seductive way anyone could imagine. She would combine this semi secret learning with a façade of innocence that would win her so many more sordid delights, knowing that there was a danger in discovery. And, yet, being aware that risk of discovery was almost the chief charm in that very fact – well that and the fact she was still aching for his cock, of course... Aching For Your Cock Ch. 03 A sharp slap on Silk's rear brought her swiftly back to reality. She opened her eyes, rolled onto her side and saw him standing next to her bed, looking out the open window. "I wonder what have you been dreaming about, girl?" "Your cock, of course, sir," Silk blushed, half- keen to conceal her reveries and half-eager to share them in the most graphic detail. "I am still aching for it." "You know, pet, I fancy that you are growing up into a very charming, but thoroughly evasive and mendacious, young woman." "Thank you, sir," she blushed even more and stretched out her arms. "Is it morning already?" "Yes it is. I'm glad you took my advice and saved up all your allowance to come to me." "Well, I have rather spent it all now." "It's a good thing that I make allowances for you then, young lady." "What was the slap for then?" "To remind you that your charming eighteen year old bottom belongs to me, pet, whether you like it or not." "You don't need my consent." "I need your compliance, girl." "You have that, sir." "I'm please to hear it. I hope you aren't to reluctant to offer it up." "I love it sir, but I doubt you care," Silk giggled and rolled back onto her front. She pressed her head into the pillows and kicked her feet a little as he sat down on the bed next to her and pulled the coverlet back. "I care for your bottom: it is uncommonly becoming," he said, placing the palm of his hand gently down upon it and stroking it slowly and thoughtfully. "It's becoming more and more used to the touch of your hands, sir." "I want you to feel that I appreciate everything about you, pet: every graceful curve and every expression." "I'm feeling rather horny right now, sir." "Perhaps that is jet lag." "No sir. It's definitely horny. Jet lag doesn't make me quite so squirmy." "Lewd child: what am I to do with you?" "Slip into bed and fuck me until you are sated?" "That's rather an indecent suggestion, pet." "I thought daily fuckings were a central part of the tour, sir." "Sometimes I worry that you are reluctant to fully appreciate the opportunities presented to you." "You seem less worried and more pleased to see me and seduce me this morning, sir," Silk giggled and pressed her hand against his thigh, feeling the burgeoning hardness. Then she turned again onto her side, pulled herself out of the tangle of bed clothes and clambered happily into his lap. "You are such a bright and lovable girl," he said, wrapping his arms around her and letting her rest her head against his shoulder. "You need to be used not seduced." "Is there a difference?" "Of course there is." "Do I get called cunt more when I am used?" "You do." "See I am learning my lessons." "You are a clever cunt." "Ooooh! Usage!" "Slut." "That's me sir: horny slut." "And a very pretty one too." "You'll make me blush again." "I'll make you do many things, young lady." "Will those things rival my dreams?" "You'll have to tell me all about your dreams over breakfast." "Now that would really make me blush." "Did you not sleep well?" "I slept wonderfully well, sir. I had all sorts of premature excitements before I awoke." "It's a pity that you have not always been able to enjoy yourself, though we will address that now and you will make a capital pet for someone." "I was hoping to make a capital pet for you, sir," Silk pouted. "There's a coincidence -- so was I." "You are such a terrible tease, sir," she giggled, slapping the flat of her hand against his chest. Silk would have repeated the gesture for good measure, but he quickly captured her wrists in one of his hands, while using the other to stroke her cheeks and lift up her face by the chin. "It's a pleasure to have such a pretty ingenuous young face so close to me, pet." "You are full of compliments this morning sir." "I am full of the enchantment of your blithe and beautiful features, pet." "You are quite the romantic sometimes, sir." "And quite the dominant too," he grinned wolfishly and slapped her cheek hard before pushing her down over his lap. He watched as she flailed out of balance before he took control and accommodated her arse up over his lap. "You have very pretty panties, pet." "Thank you, sir." "You should change them before breakfast," he added as he tugged them down to her knees and placing a restraining hand on her bare backside. "It seems you are doing all the changing around here, sir." "I always like to take my own advice -- there is none better, pet." "Oh, the conceit of the ma...ouch," she cried as the first of several blows impacted upon her freshly denuded backside. "Masters of beautiful pets are allowed to be conceited," he grinned, pausing between each word to belabor her bottom thoroughly. "And beautiful pets are allowed to entertain their master's conceit with immodest approbation." "It's what cunts are for sir." "So it is; so it is. Now, spread your legs girl. I want to see just how immodest your approbation can become under my influence." Silk felt a variety of emotions flowing through her as he continued to discipline her. So this is what it actually felt like to be owned and taken. Silk felt used but at the same time enchanted by his forceful yet courteous approach to her needs. The repeated slaps on her bottom, thighs and now her pussy left her feeling breathless, but the ideas that she had had did not match the reality. Discipline and the idea of letting someone discipline you had never seemed quite so wonderful before. These thoughts came and went in her mind as, at first, she accepted every spank that he delivered with scarcely a murmur. Now that there was no surprise, she could contain her reactions and lose herself in the rising heat of his contact. In fact she began to wonder just how blithe and beautiful her well-spanked bottom must be looking by now as she lay there on his lap with her long brunette hair falling over her face. When he switched to mastering her sex, very different feeling were invoked though. She began to moan and sigh every time he struck the wet sex, wanting to close her legs and trap his hand between them, but wanting him to spank her and spank her until she could completely lose herself in the joys of belong to such a wonderfully dominant master. "Don't shut your eyes, Silk." "Why not?" "They were so full of mischief this morning, I like to see them in the bedroom mirror," he said as he spanked her pussy and felt her body starting to arch into each spank. "They provide a nice contrast to the darker hues and bruises that may affect your choice of clothing today pet." Silk shivered as he continued to slap her forcefully. It hurt and yet it made her feel so good. She was reluctant for it to end all things considered. Meanwhile he wondered idly, between slaps, if she knew how long and curly her lashes were. Of course she did. Silk loved her make up and make up would serve to conceal many a tear as she grew accustomed to the usage which he intended to put her too. "I don't wish you to look affected, but the tears at the corners of your eyes in response to my discipline tell the story so much better than your sighs alone." Silk dropped her head. She had hoped that he would not see the tears that she had managed to cleverly suppress. And then the spanking stopped as he reached over to lift her head up by the hair, making her scalp ache. "What did I tell you Silk?" "You told me not to shut my eyes, sir, and I did not." "I also told you that I wanted to see them in the bedroom mirror. I wanted to see you tearing up." "Yes sir." "Now tear up like a good cunt," he growled and pulled her hair so hard it felt like he was ripping it from her scalp. She squawked in protest as the tears formed at the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks. "Your acceptance of my wishes is all very fine, I know, but next time make sure that it is not retrospective or partial." "Yes sir. Are you cross with me sir?" "No. I'm just helping you to learn." "I will get used to your help, sir," she sighed and rubbed her backside a little ruefully. "Have you decided to stop helping me for a little?" "It would appear that other pleasures await us, pet." "Did you enjoy helping me sir?" "Of course I did, pet. What kind of a question is that?" "I was just wondering if I might help you in other ways now?" "And what ways would those be, pet?" He murmured rather disingenuously as he pushed her off his lap and looked into her pale blue eyes. "That can be our little secret, sir." "It does seem so absurd for people to go round telling tremendous secrets at the top of their voices. I can never get used to it, pet." "If their mouths were full then they would be unable to tell the secrets sir?" Silk grinned and reached forward making to undo his trousers. "You have a lot of common sense, pet and the loveliest, softest fingers that I have ever felt." "And you have the loveliest, hardest cock to comfort a poor girl with a well-spanked bottom," she said with a sigh as she looked down and started to caress his sex. "That is a most affecting tableau, pet," he smiled and watched her fondling his prick. "I thought you would have decided opinions on the subject sir." "I do and I plan to express them with great authenticity and veracity, as you suck my cock." A curious smile passed over Silk's face as she pressed her lips to her master's cock. She looked up at him now as her mouth opened up to admit him. "There are some things a girl doesn't need much teaching in," he smiled as she absorbed his manhood between tightly pursed lips. "And that accounts for your excellent cock-sucking abilities, I suppose." "You may not agree," he continued, but there is precious little asking your opinion when you are so thoroughly engaged. "There is almost a case for speech bubbles here." Silk suppressed a choking sound as she tried to contain her giggles, but her mirth didn't last long. She was soon fully engaged once more assisted by the passing frown on his face and the way he pressed her diligent lips back down onto his erect prick. "Keep looking up at me as you enjoy yourself, pet," he added. "I do rather like to see my blooming damsels with their eyes beseeching the favors that I endow them with, when they start to discover that there's a good deal more to these relationships than anyone might suspect." Silk knew exactly why he leaned down to press his hand behind her head. She had thought about him taking control of her movements often and loved the idea and now the reality of letting go, so that he was using her as a toy now. She did not need to understand the pleasure that he felt in doing; but she sensed the resurgence in his loins and liked this very much nevertheless. "What can you know about suspicions and blighted beings?" He asked her, smiling at her preoccupation with giving him oral pleasure. Silk glanced up at him and her face dimpled and shone again, as she answered by gripping his cock even more firmly with her warm lips. Her eyes were filled with the pleasure as she felt him grip her hard. "Pull up your tee-shirt girl," he said urgently. "Let me see your tits, now." She fumbled with her shirt as he pushed deep into her mouth. She wanted to be the best and to give him the greatest pleasure. "Suck me and play with your teats, girl." Silk loved the coarseness and forcefulness of the language he used as he started to lose control. "Do it cunt. Please your master," he groaned on the edge. "Now release me from your mouth and frig me again. I want to come over your lovely face, girl. Open your mouth and kneel up ready to receive. Beg for it, cunt." "Oh sir: Come for me, sir," she smiled and then opened her mouth obediently showing the whitest pearly teeth ever. "Sweet bitch." "Your sweet bitch sir." "My lovely cunt," he gasped and came over her in a torrent of pent up seed, splashing her face, her breasts and her hair. "Thank you," she said quietly after a short interlude of silence while he recovered his breath.. "I always wanted to know what your come would taste like, sir." "Did you?" "I did." "I can tell you that you do know how to please a man, despite your ceaseless chatter," he sighed and looked down at her, kneeling between his thighs and licking the residue of come from her lips. "You get over any reluctance with surprising aplomb." "Is it that surprising, sir?" "Truth be told: no." "I didn't think so." "Are you required to think here?" "Is thinking so wrong?" "No." "I can tell you that I was wrong, sir." "I may have to punish you for being wrong." "I know." "What do you mean - wrong?" "You aren't too sweet after all. You are just right." """"""" "You do manage to make me feel very welcomed and loved, sir," Silk said later over breakfast. "I would much rather you felt welcomed and loved than walking about the world bewailing your life," he responded, reaching over to caress her cheek and pour her more tea. "Neither can I sir; that wouldn't be my way." "No; Miss Silk would let concealment prey on her damask cheeks and still smile on in the fashion of romantic novels." "She would not so either," Silk protested vehemently, giving him an indignant look. "I am not quite that sentimental." "Then would she study to become a sister of mercy and nurse her heartless step parent through some contagious disease?" "She would rather study to become an undertaker and dance on his grave, sir." "My, you are a contrary thing." "I am your contrary thing, sir," she grinned and proceeded to crunch toast with an indisputably devilish look on her face. "It's a good thing you came to me to leave him in the agonies of remorse and tardy ill-considered love then, pet." "I love coming for you sir. Do pile on the agonies if you please," she giggled and crunched more toast, kicking her legs under the table. "And what about coming to me?" "It is almost as good, provided I can come for you too." "Ah! Such are the vagaries of conditional love!" "I wasn't making conditions. I was just making suggestions." "Might I suggest that you are a slut, Silk." "You might do better and suggest that I am your slut, sir." "And that makes it all better?" "Much better sir," she smiled contentedly and then looked towards him with shining eyes, appearing to him to be almost seraphic at that instant. "And the agonies -- please let them be totally excruciating, sir?" "Did you have to spoil your angelic moment, pet," he said, laughing at her earnestness. "I have not forgotten, but stop pouting in your impatience, pet; and don't think of visiting the sins of one blockhead on all the rest of mankind, lest I visit a degree of retribution upon your yet to be caned posterior." "My yet to be caned posterior is quite ready to be beaten if you would enjoy that, sir." "I hope you are not being glib, pet." "No sir. I'm honestly looking forward to being used in all the ways that you have described." "Did you expect to have breakfast on your hands and knees from a plastic bowl inscribed 'pet' then?" "It did cross my mind," she giggled, remembering her dream of the night before. "You would look rather pretty, supping there on the floor," he mused, retiring into the depths of his coffee cup; "but you look equally pretty sitting here crunching toast." "I have crunched enough toast for today." "Crunching toast is not a complete cure for the lack of affection of others." "Do you have a cure in mind, sir?" "Submission could be more than a placebo." "I think it could be much more, sir." "Given the opportunity?" "I hope you will give me lots of opportunities to show you what a delightful submissive I could be." "I will and you will account for every one pet." "I expected that I might sir." "Too many supposed submissives have great expectations, but fail to deliver when push comes to shove," he grumbled and pushed back his chair. "It quite tired me out." "I should like to be the exception sir." "Very few have the ability to prove the rule." "I would like to try." "I know you would. I have watched your face for years now Silk and I have never seen one that looks as perfectly happy as you do when submitting to your owner." "It's truly how I feel, sir." "You would have to be a very great liar to simulate such happiness so consistently, without making your reservations heard." "I do have some reservations, sir." "I know, who wouldn't; but the thing about you, pet, is the way that you couch your reservations. Come to the study with me." "Yes sir." "There is no need to get down on your hands and knees, pet." She looked up at him with a deep blush and made to stand up as speedily as she could. "Usually, it is quicker to walk. Though there will be times, Silk; when you are leashed and I shall expect you to crawl without being told first." "I will do my very best sir." "I don't doubt it. Anyhow we were discussing expectations earlier, and here we are." "Where?" asked Silk, with interest. "Come into my study. Then look straight before you and you may realise." Silk looked straight ahead, but all she saw was her own face in the large mirror on the study wall and him standing behind her ushering her into the room. She turned her head and reviewed the shelves of books that rose to almost ceiling height. "What a lot of books sir." "They make good reading matter and good insulation." "Insulation sir?" "More sound proofing," he grinned and closed the door assertively. "Sound proofing?" She queried a little nervously. "Yes. I wouldn't want the servants clearing our breakfast things away to be interrupted in their duties by the shrieks of a pet being caned now, would I?" "Is that what I was supposed to realise, sir?" "It was." "I had an idea that might be the case." "I have an idea too." "Do you sir?" "Yes. Do you see the table over there by the window?" "Yes sir." "Go over to it and bend over it. You will find the height is just right." "Just right: what do you mean?" "Yes. It will afford you a wonderful view, while you afford me a wonderful view too." "You seem to think of everything, sir." "I do try." "Do I look nervous?" Silk said, turning round, having walked halfway across the room; and pausing to survey him with care. "A little anxious perhaps; but nothing that can't be dealt with." "I have a good idea of how you propose to deal with it." "Rather a pleasant little prospect, hey, Silk?" "Sort of, sir." "I'm glad you exhibit a delicious naivety, pet. Too much girlish vanity and sang froid would quite spoil the prelude to your first chastisement." "Would it, sir?" "Take it from me." "I thought I was about to do that." "You were, but this little conversational gambit is not diversion on your part, is it pet?" "It's kind of nerves sir." "Well kindly find your way across the room and admire the wonderful view as you lower your jeans. The view may well calm your nerves" "My view or yours?" "Yours: I tend not to cane contortionists." "Are you looking for something deeper than beauty sir?" "I'm looking for acquiescence and commitment." "I hope you find it, sir," she said completing the journey and unbuttoning her jeans, before pushing herself forward from the waist over the table. "You're right, sir. It is just the right height." "Good. How does it feel?" "The wood is warm. It's calming my butterflies." "Push back and lift your bottom off the table, if you don't mind pet." "Like this?" "Exactly like that. It's almost as if you have done this before, Silk." Aching For Your Cock Ch. 03 "I assure you I haven't, sir." "Your pristine flanks are assurance in themselves pet. Keep your back curved down and press your breasts into the wood. You should always look beautiful for me." "Even when marked?" asked Silk quickly, shivering as she felt something thin and cool touch both cheeks of her bottom. She shivered involuntarily. "Yes. Reach back and pull your panties down round your knees. Then look up and tell me what you see." "There's a gull perched on the bank opposite. It's about to cry out, I think. Ahhhh!" "How apposite: well; there you are: marked." "Just the one mark?" "It's a start." "Aaah!" "And that's a continuation, pet. It's almost a shame to despoil your landscape. And it would be hard to find a prettier landscape to despoil. Show yourself to me." She reached back and, wincing as her hands touched the tender flesh marked by the cane, she showed him her all. She parted her buttocks and revealed her most private intimacies to him. "There's a pretty flower, pet." "The yellow one?" "That's a Celandine. There are quite a few on the hillside. Sometimes you get to see the white of an equally miniscule crocus below the crag. See how they are speckled by the purple of the occasional tiny violet." "It's a pretty mix, sir." "Isn't it just: not quite as pretty as this flower though." She started as she felt the feather light touch of his fingers on her body, sighing as the sensuality of the moment and the heightened feelings coursing through her veins. "Now, place your hands back on the table." "Are you going to strike me again sir?" "I am." "Oh." "And I am going to see how your pale flesh looks speckled by the purple of the occasional bruise." "Tiny bruise? Aaah!" "You may be a little hopeful there." "I was hoping for miniscule." "Maintain your focus and enjoy each crocus for what they are. Now spread your legs and show your sex to me. Are you wet?" "Yes sir." "Are you my cunt?" "Yes sir." "What are you?" "I am your cunt." "Very good, Silk, you are getting on fast." "Thank you." "One more." She shivered and tried to suppress and unintentional whimper. "Be quiet, girl!" "Aaah! "Dear me, how warm your skin is!" Silk pressed her face into the crook of her arm and emitted a soft moan that delighted his soul. "I have ice," he smiled, tugging at her hair and pulling her head up off the table. "You are such a gentleman, sir." "If your face didn't look so gratified, I would take that for irony, pet; but it seems you know your place." "Thank you. I think I do." "Remind me." "I am your cunt sir." "I'm glad my cunt does not disgrace my name," he smiled and pressed her down to her knees on the carpeted floor. "How does she feel, this cunt of mine?" "You have made me feel very welcomed and loved, sir." "You have had the welcome, pet." "And a very warm welcome it was too, sir." "Is it time for the loving now?" "Yes please, sir," she giggled impishly, reaching up to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. He watched her undress him and waited patiently as she took his cock out, stroking it, kissing it and making love to it with her whole heart before slipping it lovingly into her mouth. "You look so absorbed I can hardly think of disturbing you," he smiled, as her lips absorbed his sex. "Though I would like to mention that I will be enjoying your flower properly before luncheon." She looked up at him, eyes smiling and, soon enough, he found himself lost in those eyes that seemed to thank him silently for many of the small kindnesses a young woman never can forget, particularly when she is aching for her owner's cock...